The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-11-14
MRS. sEEcHER IN BROOKLYN.
Some Interesting Notes About Various
Matters

from Columbia Heights, Brooklyn, are filed
with poisoning chrysanthemums aud ge-
raniums Two or three canaries and a red
winged singing bird hang in the sunshine
over the greenery. 1t is here that Mrs
Henry Ward Beecher has established her.
self. in coy suite of apartments since her
return to the city.
She has never been away from Brooklyn
really, for during Der summer residence at
Stamford she returned invariably on Satur-
dav night, remaining until Monday to be
present at the Plymouth meetings when the
church was open. Brooklyn is her home
and must always be so, she says, and though
her children would prefer that she should
live with them, she has gone to houskeep-
ing. in order to have a place where the Ply
mouth people-she still presides over the
ladies' meeting and the sewing circle-can
feel entirely at liberty to call upon her at
any time they wish
Mrs. Beecher's rooms are full of memen-
toes of Mr.. Beecher. A picture of him as
a Young man hangs between the windows
of the reception parlor with a cross beneath
f. and another of more recent date is over
fine mantel Smaller i1enesses are scatter
ed about and stand upon her writing desk
A casket of walnut with hinges, clasp, in
scriptiou and the Beecher crest, "He lives
tains what Mr. Beecher agreed to accept as
an heirloom for his children, the official
tender of that public reception by the
Board of Aldermen after his return from
England last year which Mr. Beecher de.
clined The invitation is embossed in col.
ored letters on heavy parchment and is as
artistically done Us the manner of the orig
inal offer was bungled A large album
with fly leaves of white MORE silk contains
the resolutions of coincidence of the City
Council on the death of Mr.. Beerher and
reached Mrs Beecher by the hands of Mayor
Whitney two or three weeks ago. I'm
Memorialnn with crown studded with stars
begins the volume, and latter darkness
light" upon a cross twined with passion
flowers ends it, the entire work being done
with pen and ink in very delicate colorings.
The name of Mr.. Beecher where it occurs
is wreathed with lilies.
Mrs. Beecher is in good health and has q
beautifully serene face under her lace
cap and smooth, snowy hair. She is in
terested in everything in the city with
which Mr.. Beecher was connected, and l
saw her no long time since making the
tour of one of Brooklyn's big stores, at the
laying of whose cornerstone Mr.. Beecher
made an address on the day before its final
opening
She is inclined to laugh just little at the
newspaper statement that she is doing great
deal of literary work.
81 write for the Domestic MonthIy and
for an English magazine, just as have al
ways done, and that is ALL :" she says. They
want me to try some weekly letters for
newspapers, but I have not begun
vet | used to write to please my husband
but have very little idea how much shall
do now"
The biography of Mr.. Beecher which the
family are preparing will not be out much
before Christmas, Mrs Beecher says The
work has been hurried, at the re-
quest of the publishers, because of the great
number of unauthorized memoirs of Mr..
Beecher appearing, but personally she
would have liked it to be at least a year in
preparation and to consist of two volumes
instead of one 1t has been painful work for
her and for her sons, she says. and the 700
pages will hardly contain third of what
might be said.
TO A BROADWAY STORE
we'll known as a rendezvous for collectors of
theatrical photographs came six young girls
the other afternoon. They were all in the
neghborhood of 16 years old, all slender and
about of height, all dark-haired with che
standard American brown, all well dressed
and two of them decidedly pretty, with
that piquant sort of chic which, rather
than positive beauty, ranks girls attrac-
all vivacious and two of them carried boxes
with a confectioner's mark outside They
sill wore tailor gowns, one in dark brown,
two in green, one in black and two in dark
blue. They all wore snugly fitting tailor
coats braided la militaire Their hats were
of different shapes and materials, but each
was adorned with bunch of black cocks
plumes. They all wore tiny lace wells. and
three of them had small flower earrings,
screwed into their ears. They all had
broad stitching on the back Of their gloves.
Three of them had embroidered handker-
chiefs in their hands, and three had antique
silver scent bottles hanging from button
of the coat by short silver chain. They
all wore long, slender French boots with
high heels. They did not look a particle
alike, but they were on familiar chatting
terms with one another, and one familiar
with the city could identify them as all
from the swell, up town, beyond Forty
seventh street region. They all had clear
compilations, three had some red in their
cheeks, they all had bright eyes and short,
controlled bangs, and they were all having
good time.
They were all at the photographers on
the same errand. They all wanted pictures
of Kyrle Bellew They looked at that
solemn but poetic countenance in some
thing like fifty poses. They were not after
cheap photographs. They confined their
attention to the large 81 or So panel pictures
that one can worship in ones boudoir. They
wanted Bellew in every suit he ever wore,
in every play he ever acted in, in as many
pastures as he could conveniently assume.
They begged the photographer to ranSack
his boxes. They reveled in Bellew lying on
a rug before the fire. Bellew as the sculptor
in his new play with Mrs. Potter they
thought was Just too sweet for anything.
They objected to this picture because some-
thing allied Bellows collar and to that one
because there was a wrinkle in his coat
They adored Bellew and they bought pictures
enough apiece to lay out something like $50
in the sum total. All of which was very
nice for the photographer. Bellew never
equaled Montague as lady-killer, and his
popularity threatened to fall off at the end
of last season, but he seems to be establish
ing himself in feminine favor again. There
are not many actors whose pictures sell
like that among women. Robert Hilliard,
Herbert Kelley, Mantell, Maurice Barry
more and E. H. Sothern go, however,
very well Women buy Irvings portrait
to some extent, but not to equal the beauty
men,.
THERE Is NO BETTER WAY
to get view Of some really good-loolSing
women than to eata Sorosis lunch at Del
monico's, if you are of the right sex to do so,
some bright afternoon. Sorosis, from its
position as pioneer among the women's
clubs of the country has been the butt of